ZION’S POV

I was being punished for every evil deed I had committed to get my revenge. I stood by my window, which overlooked the large field in front of the pack house, and watched my pack members go about their daily activities.

They finally looked so relaxed now that we had gotten the revenge we deserved for the cruelty that had been done to us, but at what cost?

If only I could be as happy as they were, but I had to pay the price for the actions we had to take to get to where we ...